Dark Deep Thoughts

stop sacrificing yourself on empty altars.

i cannot. the empty seduces me. that if i bleed there long enough, it will become me.

stop laughing and let yourself cry.

i cannot. this fake smile makes me feel real. a part of that world i've always witnessed from the outside.

become what you feel or it will become you.

that's the idea. lose myself in the idea until it's more me than am i.

stop tasting and swallow. you need nourishment more than pleasure.

i cannot. the hunger is addictive. turns my blood thin like water and make me feel like i am not alive.

Comments

  1. What inspired this post today?

    Sometimes, although I would like to think I understand your purpose of your poems, most of the time I wonder what inspired their meaning.

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